LATE MORNING, STEVE sauntered into the restaurant and went over to his old mates.
Elvin, Charles, and Wayne gawped as Steve sat down, ordered a cup of tea, looked at his phone, and told them. “I dropped my phone in the shithouse last night and it still hasn’t dried,” he said, shaking the defunct phone. “Bloody thing, I will give it another few hours and if it still doesn’t work, I'll buy a new one.”
Astounded by his nonchalant attitude, Elvin asked. “When did you get released and what happened?”
Steve furrowed his brow and looked confused. “Get released from where?” He asked.
“From Jail!” Charles exclaimed.
“Jail! What are you talking about?” I have been asleep in my room. I got wankered last night,” he said and grinned. “There is something I haven’t warned you about yet.” He belched
